Sear Wings

Scorching heat never traced me, 

As my wings carried fire, 

And was kindled with thoughts too. 

I was a firefly once, 

who carried thoughts in the gut. 

But I got ignited wings, 

from an ember filled valley, 

And the ember was burnt with pain;

And the pain carried tears

which rekindled the hearts. 

But a dart with crooked fire

was pitched by a masked hunter, 

and it scorched my wings. 

But now,

My sear wings awaits the day to fledge.